[Competition] The Road to Champion of the Seventh Prince of the Dragon Palace

"Don't you want to take a group photo? Let me take a photo for you."

Fu Xingtu went to grab Ao Ling's arm, but he was waved away impatiently by the other party: "Wait a minute, I'll scan the code first."

Fu Xingtu: "!!!"

The friend just added here, and the director reminded Jiang Yu to get ready to go on stage.

Jiang Yu passed Ao Ling's friend application, with a smile on his eyes and brows: "Then I'll go over and touch up my makeup first, and you guys have a rest first."

Ao Ling nodded: "Go ahead."

After watching him go away, Ao Ling tugged at Fu Xingtu's sleeve, and gave him a dissatisfied look: "I am friends with Jiang Yingdi, why do you keep interrupting me?"

Fu Xingtu gritted his teeth: "He has bad intentions."

Ao Ling looked at him in surprise: "He's very polite, and he doesn't have the airs of a big star yet, so why do he have bad intentions?"

Fu Xingtu put his big hand on his head and rubbed it vigorously: "You are also a big V with tens of millions of fans on Weibo now. He is not as popular as you, so there is no need to be so enthusiastic."

Ao Ling looked at him suspiciously for a long time, but Fu Xingtu was baffled by him.

Ao Ling said: "Fu Xingtu, something is wrong with you tonight."

Fu Xingtu snorted and ignored him.

At this time, a make-up artist came by, and when he saw Ao Ling, he screamed: "Oh, my little cutie, why did the hair you just made collapse like this, hurry up, I'll do it for you again, next time The show is about to start."

Ao Ling was forcibly pressed in front of the mirror by the sister of the makeup artist, and Fu Xingtu was sitting behind them while she combed his hair.

The backstage dressing room of the Spring Festival Gala was crowded and chaotic, and actors from various shows came and went, just like fighting a war.

But looking at Ao Ling's smiling face in the mirror, Fu Xingtu felt very at ease.

As long as his little friend is with him, it doesn't matter where the two spend the New Year.

The program of the two of them is actually very simple. A group of athletes come on stage, show their faces, say a few words, and show the fighting spirit of the Olympic athletes.

Then the two of them sat down and watched the show all night. When they got back to nine o'clock, it was already two o'clock in the evening, and it was three o'clock after tidying up and taking a shower.

The next morning Ao Ling was still arguing to go to Beijing to watch the national flag raising, so Fu Xingtu suggested: "Then don't sleep tonight, I'm afraid you won't be able to wake up tomorrow morning."

The national flag was raised at [-]:[-] in the morning, so there was still time to go out an hour earlier, and now they still had three hours, so it was self-evident that Fu Xingtu was going to do something.

The little dragon cub lay flat obediently: "Come on!"

Three hours was barely enough for the two of them to play. When they went out, it was still dark, and they took a taxi to the square, where there were already people waiting.

Under the supervision of Fu Xingtu, Ao Ling has always had a regular schedule, and jet lag is the most painful thing for him, let alone staying up late.

Standing in the empty square, when the cold wind blows, I can't keep my eyes open.

He is a southerner who has never been to the north. On the coldest day, he only wore a short-sleeved T-shirt and a red down jacket issued by the national team. He wore a fleece cap on his head. The already fair face was even more radiant.

Fu Xingtu pulled him to sit down on a step away from the crowd, and Ao Ling leaned on his shoulder listlessly.

There were a few snowflakes in the sky, and he reached out to catch them, but Fu Xingtu quickly grabbed them and put them into his down jacket pocket.

"Why don't you go back to sleep." Fu Xingtu asked him softly.

Ao Ling shook his head: "I said it depends on raising the national flag."

Fortunately, the sky turned white soon after. Ao Ling pulled Fu Xingtu to stand up, walked across the square, and found a good place to watch the flag-raising ceremony.

As soon as the two stood up, they were recognized by the people next to them.

Ao Ling smiled innocently and harmlessly as a little white rabbit, and pointed to the guard of honor escorting the national flag out, motioning for everyone to be quiet.

Now he is simply the image of the son of the nation. He has a particularly good mass base and a strong appeal, and the crowd around him has calmed down.

Ao Ling's gaze has been following the rising of the national flag, which is a completely different feeling from winning the Olympic Games. The Olympic Games are exciting, and the square is sacred and solemn.

As soon as the national flag was raised, Ao Ling felt someone grab his clothes, and looked down, it was a little girl about five or six years old.

She also wears a beanie, and there is a ball of fluff on the top of her head, which looks very cute.

The little girl cuddled close to him, Ao Ling was a little at a loss, looked at Fu Xingtu next to him: "What's going on?"

Fu Xingtu didn't know what was going on, the two of them looked at each other, and the little girl called out, "Daddy, I'm hungry."

Ao Ling: "???"

Fu Xingtu whispered in his ear, "She may have misidentified the person."

Ao Ling touched the little girl's head: "Then what do you want to eat?"

little girl:"???"

She seemed to have sensed that the voice was wrong, raised her head vigilantly, and found that the person she was pulling was not her father, and she was about to cry with a wow.

However, the moment she saw Ao Ling's face, the crying stopped abruptly, she bit her lower lip, and called out timidly: "Brother."

Ao Ling said, "Hello."

The little girl smiled: "Brother, you look so good-looking."

Fu Xingtu stood beside him like an insurmountable mountain: "No matter how good-looking my brother is, it belongs to another brother."

The little girl raised her head to look at him: "Uncle."

Fu Xingtu: "..."

The two suddenly picked up a child and didn't know what to do.

Ao Ling stared at the little girl, and took out a handful of snacks from the bag: "Biscuits, seaweed, nuts and chocolate, which one do you choose?"

The little girl showed a sweet smile: "Children make choices, and I want them all."

Ao Ling laughed to death, and stuffed all the snacks into her hands: "Eat."

Fu Xingtu frightened the children with a cold face: "You can't eat what strangers give you."

The little girl was really hungry, so she ate a biscuit before saying, "Brother is a good man."

Fu Xingtu asked, "How do you know he is a good man?"

"I've seen him on TV and he's won a lot of Olympic gold medals."

Ao Ling was overjoyed, took out her phone and took a selfie with the child in her arms, then posted it on Weibo, and added a location: "Who's child is lost, come and claim it."

As a result, not only the parents of the child were found, but also a group of fans who came across by chance, hugged and signed a group photo, and it took more than an hour for the two to escape.

In the past, the national team trained in Beijing. Fu Xingtu was still very familiar with the capital. He took Ao Ling for a walk around the Forbidden City, and then went to eat roast duck. He bought a box of dim sum along the way. In the evening, the two of them went to have a meal of hot-boiled lamb.

After eating and drinking enough, when he returned to the hotel, Ao Ling didn't even bother to take a shower, so he fell asleep on the bed.

He had a dream, and he actually dreamed of the Dragon King's old father and six older brothers.

The father accused him with snot and tears: "I have no conscience, I have been out in the wild for so long, and I don't want to go home and have a look."

Several elder brothers also came up to ask about their health, how are they doing outside, have they met bad people, have they been bullied...

The third brother said, "Hurry up and go home, I'll pick you up."

Ao Ling was frightened awake in the middle of the night, turned over and slipped into Fu Xingtu's arms, holding each other tightly with both arms, Fu Xingtu was strangled awake by him.

"what happened, Babe?"

Ao Ling said in a half-dream and half-awake state, "I'm homesick."

Fu Xingtu patted him on the back twice to comfort him: "We'll go back tomorrow."

Ao Ling shook her head in his arms: "No, no, I won't go back, I want to be with you."

In the middle of the night, Fu Xingtu was suddenly forcibly confessed by the little guy, and suddenly he became sober.

The child in Nai He's arms fell asleep on his own after saying the words "I want to be with you", leaving him alone in the dark.

After returning to Province C, the two of them still lived in Fu Xingtu's house. The countdown to the college entrance examination entered. Apart from being busy with his graduation thesis every day, he just urged Ao Ling to study hard.

Ao Ling studied liberal arts, his grades are actually good, and his memory is very good. Except for mathematics, other subjects are actually similar to those of ordinary high school students. Fu Xingtu even expressed his amazement in Chinese and history.

Fu Xingtu was busy with his thesis that day, closed his notebook, and turned around to find Ao Ling playing with his mobile phone.

It's okay to play with the mobile phone, but he is still chatting with people, the corners of his mouth are always raised, and he looks so happy.

Fu Xingtu had a bad intuition, and asked with a sullen face, "What are you doing?"

"Talk on WeChat."

"With whom?"

"Jiangyu."

Fu Xingtu suppressed the urge to snatch his phone, and asked casually, "What are you talking about?"

Ao Ling didn't raise his head: "He asked me which school I want to apply for the college entrance examination."

"what do you say?"

"I said I didn't think about it."

Without waiting for Fu Xingtu to ask again, Ao Ling continued to answer: "He asked whether he would consider his alma mater. Did you know that he went to university in our provincial capital?"

There is a well-known art college in the province of C, which has sent many talents to the entertainment industry, and Jiang Yu is one of them.

"He said that my image and temperament are very suitable for the big screen, and asked me if I have considered entering the entertainment industry after I retire in the future."

Fu Xingtu took a look at him. It was obvious that his little friend had been praised so much that he couldn't find him, and he was eagerly asking him for advice on how to apply for that art school.

So, Fu Xingtu broke his cold water with a sullen face: "What are you thinking, art colleges have to pass the art test, do you think it only depends on the results of the college entrance examination?"

Ao Ling didn't notice Fu Xingtu's displeasure, and nodded: "Well, Jiang Yu said that April is the art test, and he said let me prepare, it should be..."

Halfway through his speech, he finally felt Fu Xingtu's icy gaze, and then raised his head.

The two looked at each other, Fu Xingtu showed a ferocious smile on the corner of his mouth, raised his eyebrows, and motioned for him to continue talking.

"I think..." Ao Ling's big eyes turned cleverly, "I think there is a big difference between sports and medical skills. I may not be able to do it, yes, I can't."

Fu Xingtu nodded in satisfaction, and patted the place next to him: "Come and sleep."

However, the chatting between Ao Ling and Jiang Yu on WeChat did not stop because of Fu Xingtu's displeasure.